I’ve been thinking a bit about Jesus’ instruction to us to have faith like a child. All my growing years, I understood that to be blind faith, believing everything – without question.
Kids will believe just about anything. I tell my daughter that Mr. Moon is happy today because the crescent moon looks like a smile. And why shouldn’t I? She soaks the story in, and waves gorgeously at the moon, who in return smiles back at her adoringly. When she’s a tiny bit older, I’ll undoubtedly tell her that Mr. Moon is actually a great big Cheshire Cat, grinning widely at the whole world. And why shouldn’t I? There is enough time later on in her life to face realism and learn to balance her beautiful imagination with cold hard facts. Read more
I heard today about a woman, only slightly older than me, who is gradually going blind. She has a disease that is causing her vision to narrow, resulting in tunnel vision, and eventually total blindness.
She’s apparently always wanted to travel to Morocco. So this year, her family are taking her to see this magical place, before its too late for her.
Do we really have to face blindness before we go see what our hearts burn with desire to see? Read more
…Things I would tell a younger me…
Dear Young Lover,
I want to tell you something about love, marriage and life. Sit with me, let’s talk.
I hear you say, “What could you tell me? You’re only 32 years old!” Even at 32, Young Lover, years of sunshine and smiles have begun to etch faint crowfeet beneath my eyes, and years of frustration and crying have begun to carve deep furrows between my brows. Sit now, let’s talk. Read more
What My Toddler Taught Me About Courage…
We attended a family birthday shindig recently, held at a kid’s party venue on the outskirts of the city. You know the type: a large outdoor garden, with a giant jungle gym, monkey bars, cricket pitch and plastic motorbikes strewn across a miniature race track.
It was a wonderful morning. Overcast, but not cool. About twenty young children showed up, and it was one screaming, messy, sugar-fueled blowout. Phew! Read more
I packed a chocolate into my work lunch bag one recent morning. Feeling particularly naughty, I had already decided that I was going to have it for breakfast. (collective gasp of horror!)
I arrived at work, booted up my computer and went in search of a cup of coffee. I pottered back to my desk, and started wading through my emails. As I absent-mindedly opened the chocolate wrapper, an email caught my eye and, clicking on it, I found myself annoyed and indignant at its contents. Someone who just naturally rubs me up the wrong way was just doing what he does naturally – rubbing me up the wrong way !
I flew into an inner fury (inner fury, because I’m an introvert). I hit the reply button, Read more
We spent a week away during December, on a small game farm with my husband’s family. It was wonderful, hot, and beautiful, out there in the bush.
On around Day 5 of the holiday, our toddler started acting up. I don’t know what it was, perhaps she was just homesick, but she became a monster-child, screaming at everyone, emotional about everything, and just plain bratty.
I was suddenly faced with the dilemma on how to deal with her. Read more
Every parent has them: bad parenting days. Today was one such day, and after what feels like an afternoon and evening of motherhood fail after fail after fail… something sinks in.
My kid is 22 months. Apparently, she’s already practicing to be a Terrible Two, as she stretches the boundaries, exercises her defiance and tests the limits of mama’s patience.
Mama’s patience wore thin today, and as a nonsensical fight between desperate mother and completely illogical toddler ended with aforementioned toddler pushing mother away and loudly proclaiming, “GO!!”… Read more
Spring always makes me feel as though I am in love again.
With all the beautiful things in the world.
The way the sunshine strokes my skin.
Sleeveless shirts and open sandals and painted toenails. Read more
Life is nothing like a box of chocolates.
Its more like a flock of dirty, crazy pigeons: Sometimes they merge and ascend in harmony on the wind, unified in their flight. And then suddenly they all turn against each other in demented chaos, and come spiraling down in a tumble of feathers and flailing wings… Read more
In a few days’ time, I will be undergoing a massive lifestyle change: I will be going from working full-time to part-time, from 40 hours per week, to 24. My husband and I have done some reorganizing of priorities in the last few months, and this was the outcome.
If you do not change your direction, you may end up where you are heading. ~Lao Tzu